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This past year has brought many lemons into my life. Yes! I am very aware of the lemonade quote….very aware! But…

What do you do when you’re tired of drinking lemonade? What do you do when you run out of azucar? What about pitchers! What do you do when you can’t fill another pitcher? A few months ago, I would have paid someone to take those lemons off my shoulder. One after another, they fell…

Lemon: Lost

Lemon: Alone

Lemon: Scared

Lemon: Puzzled

Lemon: Afraid

Lemon: Regret

With each lemon came a price to pay. With each lemon, another tear was shed from the awful bitterness (yuck). So many lemons and not enough time to squeeze juice from the first bunch. What was I doing wrong? Who deserves this?

In reality, I was blind. I mean, I am blind. I can’t see a darn thing without my glasses. This impairment was very different. See, I was blind as in FOCUSED (zoned in) on the things I couldn’t change. I was in a very negative space that changed my perception of everything that was happening around me. I became numb. I lost me.

The big breakthrough… (the realization, wake up call, the finale)

It took time. It took a reminder from a few close friends (close friends, thank you). It took one tragic fall to wake up and realize that I was losing control and I desperately needed to gain it back. I finally started to remember how I ended up in this dark space in the first place… my intuition misfired. If intuition is our special key to understanding the world then how can it be wrong? What really happened was that I FELL ( like the lady from the Life Alert commercial) and needed help getting up, but no energy to press the button.

Did I really want to get up? Some days, that cold floor felt comfortable. No, I’m really glad I got up.

I stood up proudly and I gathered my lemons (boy were there millions) and I did what I know how to do best… got creative…I made lemonade. Strawberry lemonade (compromises), passion fruit lemonade (risks), blue raspberry lemonade (changes), kiwi lemonade (refocusing), but my favorite was straight (clean, neat, straight to the point).

I never really took the time to think about how it was made, but I know one thing… I now love the taste of it. Let me be more specific, I love it chilled or frozen, super sweet, and served in a large glass. I will have it mixed… only if I can still taste the tanginess and the sugar covers up the addends (give it to me straight).

When life gives you lemons…get creative with it… make some outrageously flavored lemonade. Embrace the tanginess (journey).